Hasibe, in her robe and...interesting thigh-high stockings with leather garters (and silver rings attached, making them look a lot like bondage gear even if they aren't actually sold for that purpose), answers the door. She looks a touch mussed, although that could easily just be from earlier, and less harried than she feels.

"Through here," she instructs, "in the bedroom--hang on, I've got to undo this--"

Fortunately, it only takes a second to blow salt away from the door.

"I think I'm going to ward him into the apartment at the front door, though, just in case he gets past you."